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CHAPTER 14 
Pitohui’s Trap 
The plasma grenade that Fukaziroh accidentally shot off exploded on the ship’s port side near the prow, completely obliterating everything within its blast radius. 
The guest cabins along the waterside were blown out, the ceiling was blown out—even the lower deck and exterior hull, too. 
If someone was hypothetically watching the ship from the outside, they would have seen a blue orb appear first, then debris exploding outward and falling into the sea, then an enormous hole left behind in the side of the ship—as well as a huge volume of seawater flooding into it. 
The giant hole appeared over the waterline, and more and more seawater began to spill inside. 
While the entire ship might have been 1,600 feet in length, the explosion happened just a few dozen feet below the bridge. The people there certainly felt the vibration and sound of it. 
“Ah, that must be SHINC and Llenn’s team going at it,” Pitohui deduced, putting her Satellite Scan terminal away. 
A minute ago, two teams were on the lowest deck and barely separated by any distance, which she’d certainly seen on the map. 
“What was that?” Eva asked. “A plasma grenade?” 
Pitohui shrugged. “Sorry about all this. I was the one who gave the little grenadier some plasmas this time around, so that’s probably what it was.” 
“……” 
Eva said nothing. If such a weapon had been shot at close range immediately following the scan, and it exploded, there was no question what happened to the four in its path. 
“They’re wiped out,” Ervin murmured. The pigtailed woman heard him and closed her eyes. 
As a matter of fact, Tanya had escaped the blast and fought hard, nearly taking out M in the process, but Eva couldn’t know that from here. 
“Whatever happened, we’ll find out the details at the next scan. More importantly, now…” 
Pitohui switched from speaking to her human partners to speaking to Clara. 
“Clara. That punched a big hole in the side of the ship, didn’t it? How much water are we taking on?” 
“A large amount of water is entering the port side of the Deck 1 area. When the ship begins listing to the left, even more flooding will result. It may mean the ship sinking happens earlier than the previous estimate.” 
“Ah, how scary,” said Pitohui in a tone that contained no fear whatsoever. 
“Please, do not be frightened,” said Clara automatically. The computer could not process subtler emotions. 
Then the ship began to lean to the left. The angle was sharper than when it was turning. It was clear from the shift that this was an abnormal state of affairs. 
“Shall I take in more water to starboard, in order to balance out the ship? It will result in a greater amount of flooding overall,” Clara asked. 
“……” 
Pitohui did not give her an immediate answer. She looked at her watch. It was 1:23, two minutes from the next scan. 
Twenty seconds passed in silence. Eventually, David broke the silence to ask, “Hey, what’s the holdup?” 
“Level us out for now, Clara,” said Pitohui. “Then stop when it gets to one thirty.” 
“Understood. I will endeavor to even out the ship by one thirty.” 
It was an odd order, but the computer gamely accepted the challenge, to the skeptical looks of David, Eva, and Ervin. 
“What are you thinking?” Boss asked. 
Pitohui just showed her palm, an indication that she would explain later. Then she continued, “Clara, show me the wiring layout of the ship. And the location of the sprinklers.” 
That only further confused the other three. A ship diagram appeared on one of the control monitors. 
“What’s going on?” 
MMTM had no idea about the explosion or the increased flooding. 
“Feels like we’ve been listing to the side for a bit… This isn’t a turn, is it?” 
Kenta and Summon were in the lead position, but now they stopped. Naturally, so did Jake behind them and Bold in the rear. 
The four were in the left hallway of Deck 10. That was the floor with the courtyard. They were walking past guest cabins at the moment, but if needed, they could cross through one of the interior-side rooms to get out into the courtyard at any moment. 
They were heading for the bridge, of course. To defeat the team of betrayers. 
The thought of battle ahead was tantalizing for them all, but Kenta summed up their mood by saying, “There’s no point to this if the ship sinks first…” 
MMTM stopped for a minute or so, hoping to figure out what was happening to the ship. 
“Oh, it’s going back,” Kenta observed. It was slowly tilting to the right, regaining its balance. 
Bold said, “That was nerve-racking… It would be terrible if we finally reached the safety of the ship, only to have it sink on us.” 
“Could you sink this ship, if you intended to? I just assumed that once it started floating, it would be stable until the event was over. Am I wrong about that?” Lux wondered. 
It was the present team leader, Jake, who answered, “It’s possible… Remember, you can destroy a whole lot of stuff in GGO…including every possible vehicle you can ride. So this ship probably isn’t an exception. And that madwoman is on the bridge, too. There’s no telling what she might try to do…” 
Jake shivered, remembering being skewered through the eye last time. Worried, he said, “Which is easier for handling the tilt, the interior hallways or a more open space?” 
“I don’t know. Obviously, I don’t mind interior combat, but I don’t like my feet being unsteady,” said Kenta. 
“The benefit of a tighter area is that we can lean on the walls…but even that’s not ideal,” said Summon. 
“So the open areas are where we can actually make use of our firepower,” said Bold. 
Jake the leader was silent for five seconds. 
“……” 
He checked his wristwatch. The time was exactly 1:24. One minute until the next scan. No, fifty-nine seconds. Fifty-eight. Fifty-seven… 
“We’re going into the courtyard! Then we’ll wait for the scan.” 
Considering how MMTM always charged their way through things, it seemed like a passive, weak strategy. If David were still the team leader, he would not have made such a choice. 
“Got it.” 
“Roger.” 
“Might as well play it safe.” 
But the other three members had no objections, so away they went. 
MMTM traveled to the end of the hallway leading to the courtyard, waiting for 1:25 to arrive. Jake crouched before the wall with the i symbol, with the others arranged around him at intervals of a few yards. 
“It’s so wide open… Makes you forget you’re actually in the middle of a ship…,” Kenta marveled, poking his head around the corner. 
The courtyard ran about 1,100 feet long and 160 feet wide, bordered by two huge structures on either side. It could be considered a massive shopping street. 
On the sides were a number of stores, just like any outdoor shopping mall. Some of the places were commercial shops, others were restaurants and cafés. It was all ruined now, of course, but it was still in pristine enough condition that Squad Jam participants could immediately see what it would have been like originally. It was “decorated” to suggest that the refugees had lived there, with mattresses, blankets, and clothes strewn inside and outside the stores. 
In the center and down the sides of the courtyard were paved pathways wide enough for a car to drive down. They were almost surely not using real stone, but some kind of lightweight tile. 
On the sides of the central path were planters and trees for the passersby to enjoy. It gave the place a parklike feel. The plants had dried up and died, and there were signs that the planters had been dug up and used as impromptu fields. Perhaps they planted potatoes. The occasional bench in the area was rusted over. 
Around the middle of the courtyard, directly in the center of the ship as a whole, was an amusement park area. It had a merry-go-round, spinning teacups, and a rotating swing ride. There was even one of those swinging Viking ship rides, which was odd, considering it was already on a giant ship. 
The courtyard was open on top, meaning it was susceptible to rain. Everything exposed to the elements had more rust than elsewhere, around the stores and attractions. 
Nothing had power out here. Either the electricity was dead or the lines had been cut off long ago. But given the light coming down from the reddish-gray sky, there wasn’t much need for illumination. 
The bridge, where they would find the betrayers, was above and beyond the prow end of the courtyard. How MMTM acted next would depend greatly on the location of the enemy team. 
If members of BTRY were blockading themselves in the bridge, that would be a stroke of good fortune. They could pass right through the courtyard without worrying about a fight, race up the stairs at the front of the ship, then, at the bridge, they could engage in interior combat, their forte as a team. They’d simply have to be on the lookout for ambushes or traps. 
If BTRY split up and hid elsewhere around the ship to fight back, however, that would also be a welcome development. In that case, MMTM would speedily approach and attack, maintaining firepower supremacy, and finish them off one by one. That would be similar to what they did to the team inside the spaceship in SJ1. 
Of course, given that their former leader, David, was among BTRY now, he would be aware of that strategy. 
If Pitohui the madwoman was among them, she was almost certainly going to have some strategy that would be both effective and completely unexpected. Something that would eliminate their strength: good interior combat skill and effective teamwork. 
“So what are they gonna do…?” Jake wondered, four parts worry to one part anticipation, right as the scan started. 
The earlier scan started from the upper decks, but this one began from the lowest. It seemed it was going to change for each scan. 
Jake had his companions watch the ends of the hallway while he viewed the scan for the rest of the team. 
There was no one on Decks 1 or 2. 
On Deck 3, three members of LPFM were near the prow. It was about the same location as the earlier scan, only two decks higher. It seemed as though they’d simply climbed the stairs. If they weren’t being aggressive, it probably meant they were taking their time and healing up. 
“Pink shrimp’s team is still on the third floor, fore. Recovering? Just watch out for her, since she moves faster than a human being can. The women aren’t on the same deck as them. Highly likely they’ve been wiped out,” Jake reported, covering the details quickly. He waited for more information as the scan rose through the ship. 
Despite being one second per floor, it felt slower. He waited, praying for Deck 10 to come sooner. 
On the left side, adjacent to the courtyard near the stern, it displayed their locations accurately. Since SHINC hadn’t appeared on any of the floors up to this point, his suspicion that they were eliminated turned to certainty. 
It also told him that none of the BTRY members were on the same floor—and that they knew where MMTM was now. He tensed, waiting for David to launch a grenade from a higher deck, but there was no incoming attack. 
Did that mean they weren’t nearby? 
“Amazons are definitely out. No Team Betrayers on this floor. Waiting for higher scans,” said Jake as his teammates waited with nerves taut. The three had their fingers on the triggers of their rifles. 
The scan continued upward. Decks 11, 12, 13, and 14 passed without any results. 
“Nothing up to Fourteen yet…” 
Next it passed through Decks 15 and 16. 
“Still nothing at Sixteen…” 
Were they hanging out on the bridge? A team with both David and Pitohui—hanging out? The question marks floated over Jake’s head. 
Next was Deck 17. 
“What the—?! They’re all still on the bridge!” he said, stunned. 
The Satellite Scanner showed that all four members of Team BTRY were clustered at the edge of the ship’s bridge. In other words, there were no humans capable of attacking them anytime soon. 
“Okay! Courtyard is clear! Everyone, run!” 
“Got it!” “Uh-huh!” “Okay!” 
Freed from the tension of the moment, the other three happily responded, and MMTM rushed out into the courtyard. 
Even after the scan had finished with each floor, the player’s location would remain displayed for the next sixty seconds. On Pitohui’s device, she saw the dots with the names of Jake, Bold, Kenta, and Summon rush into the open area. 
Whether a sign of confidence or a message that they were coming, they showed no intention of hiding what they were doing. 
And when she saw them heading toward the fore of the ship, Pitohui gave an order: “Activate.” 
“They’re going!” 
“Yes! Wipe ’em out!” yelled the audience when they saw MMTM charge. 
“Oh?” They also spotted something before anyone else did. “Is that rain?” 
Droplets were running across the screen at a diagonal angle. There were only a few at first, but then they increased in number until it quickly became a furious shower. 
“Huh? Is it raining?” Kenta wondered, noticing the storm of droplets as he ran straight toward the group. He looked up and saw water falling through the space between the sides of the ship, and within moments, his face was drenched. 
The large droplets splattered against his face and naturally went down into his mouth. 
“Gah! It’s salty!” He grimaced. 
“What is this? Is it seawater instead of rain?” Summon wondered. The natural rain in GGO clearly had something weird dissolved into it, but it had never been as obviously salty as this. At first glance—er, taste—it was clearly seawater. 
As he ran, Jake gasped, “Why is seawater falling from the sky…?” 
“You don’t think the sea’s risen all the way up to the top of the buildings to the sides?” Bold asked preposterously. If that were true, the fore and aft sections of the ship would have been submerged long ago. 
“Wait, that’s not rain. That’s a sprinkler,” Kenta observed, pointing out a spot on the ceiling. From over the edge of the balcony of one of the interior cabins ran a small hose that was gushing out water. 
From there, it was unclear how many hoses were producing water. They seemed to exist on each deck going up, so there were far more than just ten or twenty. 
All the makeshift sprinklers combined to emit a tremendous amount of seawater. This artificial rain soaked the cobblestones of the courtyard in moments, creating puddles. The spray of the hoses and the splashing upon impact decreased visibility so that their goal, the fore end of the courtyard, was no longer visible. 
There was still five hundred feet to go. They’d crossed a little more than half of the open area. 
“This is a mess,” Kenta muttered as he raced through the spray. 
Behind him, Summon was more optimistic. “But it’s not actually damaging us, and it makes it harder for them to see us, right? What’s the harm?” 
True, even if BTRY suddenly came down to attack, there was much less worry about a possible sniper. 
So MMTM rushed through the buckets of water pelting them and approached the amusement park area. Only three hundred feet to their destination now. 
In less than a minute, the courtyard was completely soaked. And either the drainage system of the courtyard was weak to begin with or the pump wasn’t working at all, because the rain didn’t wash away—just piled up higher and higher. 
They kicked up water as they ran, the liquid reaching the top of their boots now. They were completely soaked, but no one was concerned about that. 
Their guns were waterlogged, but good military hardware wasn’t going to malfunction from a little adverse weather. Even after being submerged in water for a little while, the gunpowder in the cartridges would still ignite, so players could even shoot them underwater if they really wanted. They just wouldn’t shoot very far. 
If anything, in rain or spray like this, optical guns would suffer the biggest loss of power. That didn’t matter here, because nobody had one. 
“We can do this! If we fight them indoors, we’ve got a chance to win!” said Jake, the leader. He smiled, and some seawater got into his mouth. “Bleh, that’s salty!” 
At that moment, Kenta was in the lead, passing the side of the merry-go-round. Summon was right at his side, a step behind. Jake was next to the teacups. Lastly, Bold was running past the Viking ship. 
“I’m sure. Turn it on,” Pitohui commanded at the bridge. 
An instant later, all four members of MMTM were dead. 
All at once, their bodies seized up. 
Their arms and legs went as stiff as if they were tied down. The guns fell from their hands and dangled from the slings around their necks and shoulders. 
The men were as stiff as boards, and their entire bodies glowed red with the light that indicated damage suffered. The momentum of their running carried them forward, however, smashing face-first into the puddles on the ground and leaving them facedown under the layer of water that had built up. 
Not one of them budged, and within a few seconds, the marker reading DEAD had appeared over each of them. 
On the monitors, the four suddenly flashed red, fell over, and were instantly ruled dead. The number four appeared on the side of the screen indicating fatalities, and not a single one of the audience could understand what had just happened. 
“Wh-what was that?” 
“What the fuh…?” 
“Uhhh?” 
While the rain made it hard to see, the image of the men running had been quite clear. The crowd could tell that they hadn’t been shot or hit by a grenade explosion. 
For one thing, the only team that would have attacked them, Pitohui’s Betrayers, were still on the bridge. On another monitor, Pitohui stood before the bridge’s console, while Ervin, Eva, and David pointed guns toward the room’s entrance in case of an enemy invasion. Naturally, there were many walls between this place and the courtyard. 
So was it the other surviving team, Llenn’s squad? That was also impossible. The trio was still huddling in the Deck 3 hallway, waiting for M to recover from his serious injuries. 
So who had killed MMTM, and how? 
“I think that probably did the trick. You can stop now, Clara,” Pitohui said, who of course knew how they had died—because she was responsible. “But we can’t be sure, so will you go and check? Three of you, just in case. When the next scan comes, all three of you check it. I don’t think they’ll be coming up yet, but be very careful of Llenn making a charge at us,” she told her teammates at the entrance to the bridge. 
David looked conflicted, Eva was as stoic and stern as ever, and Ervin’s face was hidden, but they said, “Got it.” 
“All right.” 
“Let’s go…” 
And left the bridge together at 1:27. 
Once her companions exited the bridge along with the marker signifying the presence of a camera, Pitohui was left all alone. 
“Ugh…” 

She collapsed on the spot and landed faceup next to the magnificent captain’s chair. 
“What’s the matter? Do you feel sick?” asked Clara. 
Pitohui removed the comm unit from her ear for a moment and said, “Ugh, I feel sluggish.” 
“That is not ideal. Are you ill?” 
“No, my brain’s fried; that’s all. It’s not firing on all cylinders. If I was using the AmuSphere, it’d be logging me out automatically by now… But all hail the NerveGear… It’s a good thing I kept it around…” 
“Why do you feel so tired? Is there anything I can do for you? Shall I call the ship doctor?” 
“The reason is simple: I worked too much yesterday. The day after a performance, my body always gives out. So there’s nothing you can do about that, Clara. Oh, but there are plenty of other things you can do. No worries there.” 
“I understand. Please give me any orders you wish completed.” 
1:29 PM. 
“Yep, they’re all dead…,” Eva muttered, looking down on the courtyard of Deck 15 through her Vintorez’s scope. 
A few yards away, David had a similar bead on the scene with his STM-556. He could count the four DEAD tags over his former squadmates. 
The sprinklers had stopped now. The bodies were lying facedown in the shallow amount of seawater flooding the courtyard area. 
“She really beat them from the bridge… Incredible… You did it, Pitohui! Brilliant work!” reported Ervin, his voice thick with wonder. He had seen and heard what Pitohui did in person. 
A few minutes earlier, when Pitohui learned that MMTM was rushing into the courtyard, she gave Clara two simple orders. 
First, to activate the ship’s entire sprinkler system at maximum output. Despite the absolute absence of fire onboard, Clara faithfully carried out the command, activating every last internal water spray, tens of thousands of them in all. 
Normally, the sprinkler system would use normal water stored in the ship’s tanks, but that wasn’t very much fluid in the long run. Whatever was left, it was quickly depleted, and so it turned to whatever other water was at hand. In this case, seawater. 
Next, Pitohui gave Clara the second order: Activate all power to the courtyard. 
There was an amusement park in the courtyard. It featured a number of attractions that ran on electric motor power. Since it involved moving heavy objects very quickly, that meant a considerable voltage and current. 
“Are you sure? It is possible that any humans in the area will be fatally electrocuted,” Clara asked for confirmation, but Pitohui’s answer was brief. 
“I’m sure. Turn it on.” 
 
The scan at 1:30 began from the top. 
Eva wore an austere look as she muttered, “Only Llenn’s team is left, then…” 
Ten seconds later, a soaked Llenn watched the scan reach her on Deck 3 and sternly muttered, “Only our team is left, then…” 
“LPFM are still down below, so we’re safe for a while, right? I’ll go look outside!” said Ervin, turning on his heel. 
He ran off with the XM8 over his back. On and on he ran, through a totally empty cruise ship. 
On the walls as the sci-fi soldier ran past, English messages were scrawled such as We won’t give up! and We will survive! and The Adam and Eve of a new world! and Earth is beautiful and We won’t repeat their mistakes. 
Ervin raced back up two flights of stairs, returning to Deck 17, which contained the bridge. He sprang through a heavy door on the starboard side and emerged onto a spacious observation deck along the side of the bridge. 
Beyond the handrails was a vast gray ocean. 
“……” 
Ervin clenched the railing with superhuman force and looked along the horizon. The sea was much different now. It was fierce and choppy, not at all the peaceful surface it had been before. Large waves were forming. But because the ship was so huge, he hardly felt any rocking. 
If they were heading toward the building, he couldn’t tell where it was. Ervin looked from the right edge of the horizon all the way to the left. 
“Ah…” 
He found it. A tiny little three-story section of a skyscraper was sticking out of the gray desert that was the ocean. It was in the direction the ship was heading, visible directly to the right of the prow. 
The distance between the two was maybe nine hundred yards. 
“Ah!” 
With his helmet’s zooming function, he saw them: his friends. All five of them, still on the roof, watching the approaching ship. Some were even waving. 
“Pitohui! I see them! They’re all alive and well! Thank you! Thank you!” Ervin cried, full of gratitude for the savior who kept his friends in the game. 
They had to figure out how the other team was going to jump onto the ship, and once they did, it was unclear how they were going to square up everything before the fighting resumed. 
But the mere thought that his squadmates, once thought lost, were still alive with a chance in SJ3 made Ervin jump for joy atop the deck. 
“Yes! Yes! Yessss!” 
All the while, the ship was getting closer and closer to the building. It wasn’t possible to tell what the actual speed was, but it was significant. Full speed, one might say. 
In a few dozen seconds, the gap between them went from significant to small. Ervin didn’t know much about how ships worked, but he knew that if they didn’t put on the brakes soon, they were going to pass the building. 
“Miss Pitohui, please stop the ship,” he said, but he got no response. “Miss Pitohui?” 
He waited a few seconds, but there was still no reply. 
“What’s the matter?” said David with some concern, his voice traveling to Ervin’s ear through the comm earpiece. 
“It’s just that she’s not—,” Ervin said, stopping mid-sentence. 
The ship was listing a bit to the left. Meaning that it was turning right. 
“Huh……?” 
It stopped turning when the prow was pointed directly at the approaching building. 
The five remaining members of T-S celebrated wildly when they saw the enormous cruise ship heading toward them. 
“Yahoooo!” 
“They’re coming this way!” 
“We’re saved!” 
“So that’s what was in the middle of the island!” 
“Ervin pulled through, boys!” 
The armored men numbered 001 through 006 (except for 002) danced and jumped with glee. No longer was there a silent, funereal mood over the rooftop. 
The silently rising sea level had been more terrifying than any monster. When it reached four floors beneath their position, they thought they were done for. Some even considered resigning from SJ3, as an alternative to staying put and drowning. 
Then, when it finally stopped rising altogether just three stories down, drowning was no longer a concern. They stared dully up at the sky, enviously imagining the battles happening elsewhere. They even wondered about the faint possibility that the last two teams would knock each other out, leaving them as the winners again by default. 
Now the ship was as big as a mountain. 
The enormous craft, at a speed unbefitting of its size, headed toward them. 
And on it came. 
And on it came. 
“Huh?” 
“Oh?” 
“What?” 
And it plunged. 
And it plunged. 
“Wh-what the—?” 
“Run away!” 
“Run where?” 
And it plunged into them. 
From atop the ship, Ervin watched. 
From the sky above, the audience watched. 
And from the building itself, T-S watched. 
…As the titanic cruise ship slammed into the building at full speed. 
First, the bulbous bow that extended under the water beneath the prow embedded itself into the side of the building below the waterline. Next, the prow that kicked up waves slammed into the building wall. The sheer kinetic energy of the ship and its momentum was far more than the skinny building could absorb; the prow merely crumpled a tiny bit as it tore through concrete layers. 
“Hyaaa!” 
“Aieee!” 
“Whyyy?” 
“Bwaaa!” 
The rooftop of the building crumbled beneath T-S’s feet, split into two halves by the prow of the ship. The five survivors were tossed into the ashen sea along with all the concrete and rebar, where they sank. 
To the audience watching on the monitors in the bar, it looked like a small amount of trash got knocked off the top of the building when it was smashed, but it was clear to them that those were actually people. 
“Eep…” 
“Yikes…” 
“I guess that’s one way to kill an opponent…” 
“What the hell just happened?” 
“I know why this happened. It was Pitohui,” they said. 
Ervin watched it happen as he screamed, “Miss Pitohui! Stop the boat! Please stop the boat!” 
The building where he’d been minutes ago, and where his friends still were, flattened and crumbled like a cracker. 
The massive ship lost not a bit of its speed as it smashed through the part of the building above the waterline, as well as what was below it. There was a tiny vibration through his hands and feet from the impact. 
“Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!” 
All Ervin could do was scream. 
It all happened in the span of seconds. The building that had been below him was gone. Nothing floated to the surface. Gray sea and waves were all there was. 
“……” 
Ervin started running—straight for the nearby bridge of the ship. 
“Miss Pitohui!” Ervin cried as he raced into the bridge room, where he saw that things looked pretty much exactly the same. 
“Huh?” 
Except for Pitohui, collapsed faceup next to the captain’s chair. Her KTR-09 was lying on the floor next to her body. Her right hand was reaching for it to no avail, and her left hand was underneath her midriff. 
“Huh?” 
For a moment, Ervin’s mind went blank. He reached her side, crouched, and very carefully shook the shoulder of her navy-blue bodysuit. 
“Huh? Um…excuse me?” 
There was no response. He gave it a little more force, but still she did nothing. 
But there was no DEAD tag over her body, so that meant she had to be alive. According to the hit point bar on the left side of his vision, Pitohui still had full health. 
“What is it? What happened? What was that vibration from?” Eva’s voice said into his ear. 
“The ship…hit the building… Everyone died… Pitohui’s collapsed on the bridge…not responding…but not dead…” 
“Huh?!” Eva squawked. 
“What is this? What’s happening right now? What’s going on?” Ervin chattered, going into a panic. 
David’s voice snapped him to attention. “Ervin! Get away from that crazy bitch!” 
Ervin couldn’t deliver a response to that. A glowing blue beam was penetrating from the chin of his helmet to the back of his head. 
The shining rod was connected to a silver tube. And the silver tube was in the left hand within that navy bodysuit. 
Pitohui had delivered a surprise lightsword thrust from a prone position on the floor. 
“……” 
Ervin froze in place, his expression unknown behind the helmet. His shoulders slumped forward, and he silently perished. 
“There we go!” 
She stashed the lightsword away and leaped backward to get to her feet. 
Ervin’s armored body thudded chest first against the ground. The DEAD tag pinged into life over him. 
Pitohui touched her left ear to turn off the comm item and muttered, “Good grief, why does Daveed have to have such good instincts? I wanted to have more fun with that.” 
She spun around and proceeded to the console. “Clara, that was a lovely collision! Good job!” 
“I’m honored to receive your thanks. I merely carried out the orders I was given,” Clara replied just as the clock hit 1:35. 
David examined his terminal on Deck 15. “Damn you, Pitohui… You killed Ervin, didn’t you…?” 
His suspicion became certainty. It was clear from the team’s HP bars that Ervin was dead. Where and how he died wasn’t exactly clear—but when the scan started at the top deck and quickly showed that Pitohui was alone on the bridge, he discarded the very faint possibility that Llenn had snuck up there, silently knocked out Pitohui, then killed Ervin when he showed up. 
Llenn’s trio was still all the way down on Deck 7. There were currently only six survivors, including him, Pitohui, and Eva. 
Through the comm, Pitohui said, “What? I only sent him to join the friends who sank under the water.” 
It almost sounded like she expected to be thanked for it. 
David didn’t bother to hide his loathing. “Keh! And it was on your orders that the ship smashed into that building!” 
“I’m affronted that without any evidence you’d treat me like a criminal. Although, it is true. I defeated our enemies, and I don’t deserve to be criticized for it. At least I gave Ervin a nice little nugget of hope. He thought he was going to be able to save his buddies. He should thank me for giving him that hope. Just think of how considerate I am!” 
“Pitohui…I knew that you were a completely irredeemable piece of shit, but I thought you at least took the game seriously. It’s one thing to beat your enemies. But involuntary arrangement or not, I didn’t think you’d plot to kill your own teammates. I’ve lost any respect I had for you.” 
“Why, don’t you dare flatter me. In fact, didn’t you watch the entire tape of the last game?” 
“I’ll say one final thing, though.” 
“What? That you love me?” 
“You are now our enemy,” David said, placing his hand to his ear and switching off his communication device. He had nothing left to say to her. 
His green-camo-painted face was steaming with righteous anger and the will to fight. He turned to Eva and said, “You do it, too. First things first, we get rid of Pitohui.” 
Eva raised her hand to her ear, too, but then said, “I understand how you feel, but I’ll pass.” 
“What?” 
“I want to fight Llenn. I want to put everything I have into it.” 
“……” 
“But if you want to kill our teammate, I won’t shoot you in the back. Now go on and do what you’re going to do.” 
“……I don’t know if I should be thanking you or not…” 
And with that, David spun around, exposing his back to Eva, and took off running. 
His STM-556 was at the ready in front of him, and he left the deck behind to go back into the ship interior, heading for the bridge. 
Eva watched him go in silence. 
 



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